Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Can,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.